Come hang't said I, giv's t'other Pot,
And thus I feasted every Sot.
At last I had no Money left,
And then was I of joys bereft;
My Host and Hostis they did frown,
And said I was a Drunken Clown:
So then was I dispis'd by all,
That me before did Master call.
From street to street as I did pass,
Folks cry'd, there goes a Drunken Ass,